#earthrunes

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Oh, it's so lovely when all of the gears click into place. Vince has been quiet the last week or so... busy tending to his new charges, one might kindly assume.

If a couple of boggan lasses are giggling to themselves as they service the noble's quarters, what of it? Those lasses are always giggling about something or other. And if Vince is seen in their company... well, nothing new about that, either...

On the afternoon of the 17th, Vince is lounging near the practice grounds, enjoying a light afternoon cocktail while making casual conversation with the young squire, Bazyl. "She is truly a sight to see, is she not?" He remarks, admiring Leonora working up a sweat on the grounds. "Are you sure I cannot offer you a drink? Bubbles are so -very- lovely on a cool winter's day like today..."

"No kidding" Bazyl sighs "And no dude, I'm good. Thanks. Yeah, I've got one of the coolest mentors. I mean, yeah, I work my ass off, but it's still fun stuff and we also go places and more."

"Is she training you in the fine arts of the longsword? Longspear? Longbow?" He wiggles his eyesbrows with a grin. "I won't insult you such as to ask about the 'hand and a half' sword, I am sure you have impeccable parentage."

Bayzl grins "Well, she's the best archer in the area" HE pauses, "Though she does say Agin..pardon DAME Agincourt" Respectful "is better with a crossbow. Anyway, some serious archery lessons. I might get to practice with Dame Claire's apprentice for sword play. Wow, is she hot."

"Oh? Ah, the fair maiden Lesleah. But I were a young lad, once more... and not suffering in my dotage..." He leans, pressing on his back as if it aches. "She does seem like a most lovely and well behaved young lass, if not overly talkative. Perhaps, lonesome. I say, it would behoove you well to make her acquaintance, that she may feel at home here."

"you think? Huh. I'm not sure, I thought maybe she was hot, but stuck up"

"Hmmm, could be. Because when someone is standoffish and aloof, it is always because they are stuck up. Why, take our Liege August, for example. He's quiet and bookish, likely because he spends hours upon hours practicing how to look down his nose at us measly peons." He remarks, not unkindly.

Bazyl winces "Okay, yeah..now I feel kind of bad. Tylar says I miss things. SUre, why not? I guess we all get lonely." He nods "And if we don't hit it off, maybe I'll introduce her to Velvet? Sometimes girls want to talk to other girls. About what, I got no idea"

He chuckles. "My ego says, probably about us boys." He gives the lad a companionable nudge.

A gaze back up at Leonora. "Tis a good thing I am a dignified feline gentleman, and above such crassness as a wolf whistle, or even a more befitting cat call."

"Yeah, it's all in how you present it... you know like, you want to check out a girl's cleavage, you can't say 'nice rack' you have to say "lovely necklace' if they have one, or "That's a really nice blouse" Bazyl says then adds "iv'e been learning."

"Wisdom suitable for us all. And if ever asked to comment on an article of clothing that doesn't suit them, and not sure how to respond? You can try, "It doesn't do justice to your figure, or if all else fails, play the dumb brute card, and suggest that she consult a girlfriend. Only a close girlfriend dares tell a lady that the dress makes her posterior look less than superior."

"Right, never hint at a fat ass even if you like fat asses" He nods agreeing, "Women are strange, but.. it's a strangness I hope to learn more about as I get older..."

And Leonora who has been working hard tunrs to her squire, "Okay, I am covered in sweat here... and your'e not even exercising. Vince? I thought you'd be...elswhere with other pooka" Surprised

He chuckles and waves a hand dismissively. "Oh, no, no. This is not at all my sort of athletics, m'lady. Too lacking in candles and silks. I -could- arrange for rose petals...." And he rises, bowing with a flourish, and offers a rose pulled from a hidden pocket to the sidhe. From his bow, he shoots Bazyl a secret 'watch and learn' wink. "Though, you are a far finer flower of the court."

A soft sigh. "Babysitting duties, I am afraid, have kept me running hither and yon for the serpent three. I trust Good Shalimar to pick up the slack."

"A shame, lost oppurtunity for you" But she smiles and takes the rose, some how caught between chiding and pleased "How are the little wigglers?"

"Darling and delightful. Though, I spent so much time anxiously knitting booties for the pitter patter of little feet, and now I have no idea what to do with them all. Wine charms, perhaps?"

"Finger puppet theatre?" Leonora suggests, then says "Well, one thing I know, this rose smells prettier than me. I'm going to take a shower and change that. Bazyl, don't forget your chores."//HE bows, "I won't my liege"

"A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet. Farewell, Leonora, and thank you for the company of your fine squire as we attended the delightful performance." He bows, and lays a companionable arm on Bazyl's shoulders. "Would you mind if I borrow him for an errand, unless his squirely duties run to assisting in scrubbing your back? And if so, where do I sign up as a squire?"

"Ha, sure, borrow him for a few hours. Squires do often end up running as go between. Go with Vince, help him out" //"I take orders from just anybody now?" Bazyl says a bit of a frown "I mean, no offense to VInce..."//"THen don't offend. ANd you're not taking orders from him, you're taking orders from me to help him If that includes taking a few orders from him so be it. And don't put on airs. Even a Duke, if he's smart, moves when a cleaning lady yells gargaloo. I learned that in Hibernia"//He blushes "Sorry, liege. Sorry, Vince. I obey" //"Good. You're too nice a guy to cop a tude with nice guys like vince" SHe says fondly "Just do whatever he wants for the next two hours. Kay?" //"Ok" blushing, he nods. //"Later Vince," She walks off, hips swaying

He turns slowly to face Bazyl as Leonora sashays off... and his grin is positively GRINCHLY. "Oh, we will have such fun together."

"We..will?" a raised brow

"Come now, come now, m'lad... so much time, so little to do!" Stretching to his feet and striding off towards the main chambers, arm still looped around Bazyl's shoulders to lightly haul him along. "Now, first, you see, we have some laundry to attend to, then a package to deliver, post haste, and a missive for Sir Liam, hmmm, I am sure that Lady Leonora has stationary with her sigil, yes, yes, of course..."

"Laundry, package, missive... stationary with her... oh I'm gonna get in trouble aren't I?" but he follows along

"Oh, how could you? You are doing nothing but what your Liege ordered you to." He beams angelically at the boy, and starts putting plans into work....

With little time wasted, Bazyl and a bogganness duo are set to work carefully ferrying Leonora's wardrobe out of her closets and drawers, away to the laundry rooms for safekeeping.

Acquiring a piece of the Fiona's stationary, Vince himself puckers up, applies lipstick, and SMOOCHES the page, along with a delicate spritz of one of the scents on the sidhe's wardrobe. No writing required for such a note...

Bazyl is instructed to deliver a soft, carefully wrapped parcel to Leonora when she returns from the shower, and then take her towel and robe off for laundering - "...With the quickness I know you have in those hooves, boy! I expect you to trot off faster than the speed her sound, that is, before she can say hup! Until she says otherwise, I still have you for... oh, a good 42 minutes yet..."

And lastly, the Lady Leonora's squire is requested to deliver the missive to Sir August, promptly, with strict instructions to, "Say not a word other than that she is in her chambers, and you expect she would be glad to see him. Which is not a lie, of course, because she always is glad to see our Liam, as are we all." A moments thought. “Convince him if you must, a jaunty tune may suffice... or let him know that you may be scolded if he does not answer to her chambers, as well I might scold!” A grin.

Such arranged, Vince retires back to have a well-earned drink, and await the results....

"She can shoot faster than I can run...just saying" Bazyl says but he works hard and then when sent to deliver a message, "Oh wow. Okay. You're the boss..within a two hour period" And off he goes

A knock on a door of Sir August,or study as case maybe

He opens the study door. "Yes? Ah, Bazyl. Hello."

"AHem, Sir August, I a missive for you?" He hands it over (See above)

The Sidhe takes, unfolds, and reads it.

A pause.

"Hm."

"This is from, ah, Dame Leonora?"

"She gave me orders earlier and she's in her chambers and I suspect... would be glad to see you." The satyr says

He seems blankly puzzled but nods. "Alright." He steps out, closing the door behind him, and heads to Leonora's rooms.

Bazyl bows as the knight heads off "I shan't intrude" and a jaunty tune might be whistled as August turns the corner

when August gets to Leonora's room, well, the door awaits. He hears movement inside but no sign she has company

*knockknock*

"Who is it?"

"August."

"Come on in," A pause "I'm dressed and everything"

"Ooo... okay...."

He does.

August stops dead.

"Hi," the brunette with blonde streaks says "I suppose you have questions?"

"Ah." Braindead.

"What, ah... what... happened?"

"Well, I came in to clean off, worked up a sweat, and when I came out of the shower, to be fair it was a long one...all my clothes were missing. Not a stitch left.. except this" She closes the door and looks at August, "I think Highsummer got me" Wryly